Outcast
The kindest man, a shard of love he gave;
A broken heart, shattered with just a word.
A part of him that will never forgive
The wives who stirred up lies from what they heard.
A rumor comes and goes, but soon subsides.
The gossips spread as words become a song.
Of how he stole the husband’s blooming brides
To sleep with every one of them was wrong.
He does not lust for any women now
For pride and loyalty has cleansed him whole.
A bad encounter ruined the man’s vow.
Now scorned and mocked, by those who changed his soul.
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